I am looking in my mind
For anything I might find.
I am not content
With the things that are sent.
I want for more
But than close the door
When something new
Is to be found.
All the knowledge
I once had
Is now gone.
For all the lies
Have filled my hive.
I can no longer
See what I wonder
To many lies.
I now despise
The one who cries
From falling down,
For my tears
Come from inside.
I go to the place
To the place
That I must hide
To make others
Feel alive.
It will always be
about them.
Never thinking
About me.
Why am I cursed
With this thirst
To keep them all content.
My smile is fake
Its full of hate
But no one can see that
Except for me.
They are all blind
By there stupid mind.
For I am their joy
And it will never be
About me
